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A Short Snip It Of Creativity-Goal Orientation


Deep inside a valley there was a young footballer named Mahoning who had dreams of going to Italy and put on a show as a cast member in the Spezia competitive theatrical production. Only problem was he really did not like the Hollywood gaming mentality where everybody had an act that needed attention.

“If I were just flashy,” Mahoning young adult thought process noted while balancing the round object on his knee, “I would be out of the money real fast.”

Letting the game piece fall to the ground he took his unbridled boiler attitude that had a place in his maturing mind back to the cottage called home.

“Daddy, what do you do for a living?” Mahoning asked his father sitting peacefully with a coffee cup and newspaper.

“I ride a horse all over our village,” the father paused, “and everybody stops their circus lifestyle for a moment and ponders what they are doing for a second.”

“That is right you are a mounted cop who is a winner,” Mahoning memory suddenly returned,

“You see Mahoning there is always a time for glamorous glitz but if you quietly get something completed successfully then hear the words, job well done,” he started claiming, “that makes you a champion.”

Going back outside Mahoning unleashed the steam inside him and with no one watching kicked the ball into a net that was in his field. Arms stretched out, he screamed entertaining the ghostly crowd, “I have another goal.”


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